A SUITABLE CASE FOR TREATMENT
A rude boy gets his cum-uppance...
Brett Stamp should have known better. Other boys who had crossed the mysterious, secretive Mrs Stern in the past had warned him to beware of her. They said that if he ever saw her around to be very careful and give her a wide berth. Nobody ever mentioned why this should be so. Perhaps they preferred to keep that to themselves.
Brett may have been a bit of a tearaway and sometimes obnoxious, but he was never downright nasty. But there were times when he should have known better and kept his thoughts and opinions to himself. An incident on a fine September morning was a case in point.
If Mrs Stern was a strange person then her daughter was even more so - a soppy, affected, simpering creature called Lilia who seemed to do nothing all day but wear one ridiculously childish outfit after another, and who was either having a fit of the giggles or bursting into tears. Actually, it was Mrs Stern’s daughter that Brett was rude to in the first place.
She was out with her mother, dressed in one of her absurd frilly skirts and some kind of cape thing in pale blue satin with a ruffled collar. A little satin hat with a huge pink bow was perched jauntily over her golden corkscrew curls, her dainty feet were adorned with white ankle socks and pink patent leather shoes with four inch heels.
Now this outfit (four-inch heels apart) may have been appropriate on a six year old, but not a girl of sixteen. Not only that, but the way the ridiculous creature simpered and squirmed about, holding on to her mother’s glove with one hand and a little silk purse with the other; the doll-like way her face was made-up, with huge eyelashes and bright red lips; well, the whole effect was guaranteed to bring out the worst in any normal boy.
“Uggh! Couldn’t fancy that at all,” thought Brett. “All I’d want to do is smack her face for looking so sugar-sweet and stupid.” Of course he didn’t really mean this.
He saw them in the High Street on Saturday morning, looking in a dress shop window. As he was about to walk by mother and daughter he heard Mrs Stern say, "...and it will go very well with your cream silk blouse too, my precious," pointing to yet another childish skirt with shoulder straps crossed at the back. The girl gave a squeal of pleasure and entered into a sickening paroxysm of simpering.
"Oh Mummy, mummy... I love it. Yes, yes, yes! How lovely, I simply must have it!"
"Oh for goodness sake, why don’t you act your age?" Brett muttered as he sauntered past the two females. He had walked on only a few paces when a calm, yet firm voice said:
"Come back here, boy." It was not a loud voice, or in any way strident, but it was a voice Brett knew he had to obey. He should have bolted; he should have run like the wind and kept going until he was out of sight. But he rose to the bait and his fate was sealed. He would never be the same again.
"Yeah?" he said insolently, turning round to confront them. The woman was gazing at him coldly, appraising him and silently admonishing this boy for his downright rudeness. She snapped her fingers and pointed to a space on the pavement in front of her shiny black shoes, also with four-inch heels.
"Did you hear me, young man?”
“Yeah, I heard you, you silly old bag.”
The woman refused to be rattled. She maintained her dignity and a poker-face. “Then do as you’re told.”
For once, Brett was stumped for a rejoinder - a trademark scything put-down that would normally have reddened the face of any normal person with indignation. But it simply eluded him. Instead, something powerful, a force so palpable and almost touchable, compelled him to go back and stand before Celia Stern. The way she looked into his eyes scared him, and he wasn’t the sort to be easily spooked. All Brett’s youthful cockiness seemed to drain out of him at that moment. He felt a terrible weakness and even gave a sigh of resignation. Lilia was grinning at him, an even row of little white teeth glinting behind the red lipstick.
"He is suitable isn’t he mummy? He’s just right!" Lilia pulled on her mother’s arm, swaying from side to side so that her skirt billowed out with layer upon layer of frothy petticoats. There was a swirly, swishing sound in the air.
"Yes dear, I do believe he is," replied Celia with a faint, but knowing smile. Brett’s blood ran cold. He stood meekly at the precise point required and looked down sheepishly at Mrs Stern’s black stilettos.
"I’ve d-done nothing wrong!" he stammered weakly.
"Oh, you don’t think so? That’s very interesting, young man." She lifted up his chin with a gloved finger, and that contact alone made Brett tremble with a bewildering mix of fear and excitement. "What was that remark you made to my lovely little girl?" she demanded, looking into his eyes so deeply that he began to feel dizzy and sick and trembly.
He could no longer remember what he had said, or for that matter what day of the week it was, or even his own name. He could hear Lilia speaking, but it was distant, from afar, and her voice sounded different, not childish anymore, the voice of a grown-up.
"He’s very good-looking, Mother. I think he’ll make a very pretty mistress, and if we correct his despicable-manners I think we can make something of him. He might even become charming and poised."
Mrs. Stern took from her elegant handbag a pair of lady’s panties in sheer pink nylon and held them out by the waste elastic. "Do you know who these are for, Petunia?”
“My name’s not Petunia, it’s...”
“It’s what?”
“It’s...” But Brett could not remember. In fact he couldn’t remember much at all... his name, where he lived, how old he was, where he lived, who his parents were. His mind seemed fuddled all of a sudden.”
“It’s Petunia,” she reminded him. “Come on, put these on. Be quick now.”
She opened out the pretty pink panties, stretching the waistband for Petunia to step into. Without a moment’s hesitation the young man stepped daintily into them and Mrs Stern pulled them up over his designer jeans.
“There, that will do till we get you home."
Celia Stern took one hand, Lilia, who had been a sissy for only about two years, took the other and off they went. Brett felt bemused and confused. He tried to break away from the grip of their hands, but mother and daughter held him securely. They went the long way to the house so as many little girls and women as possible could see the cheeky Stamp boy wearing ladies panties over his trousers. How they all laughed and pointed. His face burned with shame. He struggled to free himself of their grip again, but it was hopeless, his aggression and man-strength was slowly ebbing away.
By the time he was in Celia Stern’s house he was putty in their hands. They ruthlessly stripped and bathed their new victim, powdering and scenting him before dressing him properly in the pink panties that Celia had given him. Once they had got him into a matching baby-doll nightie, he really did look pretty. They led him into Celia’s bedroom and put him in the oversized cot next to her soft feather-bed. Brett’s ordeal had taken so much out of him, he was soon fast asleep.
Celia changed into a tight calf-length skirt and even higher heels than before. Above the waist she remained naked. She sat on the side of the bed and summoned Lilia to stand before her.
“Now, my precious... you know the drill, don’t you?”
Lilia nodded assent.
“And you know we have important work to do?”
“Yes, Mother.”
“Are you happy with your part?”
“Completely, Mother. We have rehearsed it many times. I cannot wait for us to make him into another sissy-boy for me to play with.”
“Good girl. Now... come here and prepare me.”
Lilia positioned herself between her mother’s legs. Celia lifted her daughter’s chin and Lilia pursed her lips accordingly. It was a routine they knew off-by-heart. Celia leaned forward so that her breasts tipped invitingly towards the expectant wet mouth of her sissy-son. Lilia took first his mother’s right breast into his mouth and gently caressed and sucked until the soft puffy nipple swelled and became hard and elongated between his teeth. When Lilia drew back the nipple stood proud and shiny, high in colour. Then he repeated the procedure with his mother’s left breast. Now two delicious pink cherries glistened gloriously atop large scoops of vanilla ice cream.
“Mmm, thank you. You are very good today, precious. And now the rouge...”
Lilia went to the dressing table and fetched a silver, pearl-inlay compact from the drawer and brought it back to his mother and once again knelt down before her. He opened the sprung lid, removed the dusting pad and circled it around the pink cosmetic tablet. Then he proceeded to dust the areoles of his mother’s breasts with rouge until they looked dark and threatening in stark relief to the creamy milk-white flesh of her bosom.
“Now show me if you are still being a good girl for me. Lilia.”
Lilia obediently lifted his dress and petticoats exposing his nice white frilly panties. His stiff little penis poked out rudely against the flimsy, translucent material, stretching the waistband away from the waist. The pink tip was clearly visible through the tautened material. Already there was clear evidence of Lilia’s oozing excitement.
“My-oh-my, darling, what a beauty you have for me today. You are being a good sissy-boy for your mummy. She’s very proud of you. I bet you’re just full to the absolute brim with lovely thick cream.”
“I am, Mother... I promise you that. Do you know something? I’d really love to squirt all my hot cweamy juice all over Petunia’s panties. Will you let me?”
“We’ll see... Good... Right! Shall we make up our faces now? It’s almost time to wake our other gorgeous sissy-boy.”
Suddenly Lilia’s voice changed back to that of a little girl: “I want us to really thithify thith one, Mummy. He was thow awful to uth in the town. I think he detherves the full thithy tweatment.”
“I agree, Lilia... I agree.”
“Shall I wake him, Mummy? Oh please let me do it!”
“Yes, precious. You may wake Sleeping Beauty with a nice soft kiss.
Lilia jumped around on the spot excitedly. “Goody-goody, Mumsy. I’ll be very gentle. I will, I will, I will...” Lilia lowered the side of the cot and leaned over Petunia, taking the sleepy head between his hands. His golden ringlets tumbled lazily across Petunia’s face and neck. Lilia pressed his shiny red lips gently against Petunia’s just once and Petunia’s eyes came wide open.
"Where am I? I feel funny - I want to go home," said Petunia, looking all confused and panicky.
Lilia and her mother said nothing. They enjoyed watching the disorientation on the face of their victim. Very exciting! Petunia’s eyes roved frantically around the bedroom at the soft pink furnishings, the fluffy toys on the windowsill, the pretty pink Cinderella/Prince Charming mobile that rotated magically above the cot and which mesmerised him.
Lilia had prepared Petunia’s face while he was asleep with a little makeup and combed his soft brown hair into a sweet feminine fringe. He looked very pretty indeed, and there was no longer any trace of a contemptuous sneer on his lips like before. Still too weak to move he could only watch helplessly as Mistress Celia and Mistress Lilia readied the first treatment.
Lilia had now changed into something that represented a nurse’s uniform, extremely short in yellow gingham, with a not very practical little apron edged with lace, and a sweet little nurse’s cap. She gathered a pile of soft feminine clothes and put them on the bed, while Mrs Stern wheeled over a large gas cylinder, of the type used in hospitals, with tubing and a rubber mask attached, but made to look quite appealing with a pink satin cover and a big bow.
"Let’s try the silk blouse first nurse." said Celia. The blouse, a gorgeous, delicate affair in pale peach, with full sleeves, a deep, lace edged collar, and little pearl buttons, was held out for Petunia to admire.
"There! Isn’t that divinely feminine Petunia darling?" said Mistress Celia.
"I-I w-want to g-go-home…" There were genuine tears of contrition welling in his brown eyes.
Poor Brett stopped whining suddenly when Mrs. Stern stared into his eyes. He gave a sigh and sank down into the soft snow-white pillows. He could no longer fight. Then Celia spread the bodice of the blouse over the gas-mask and pressed it over his nose and mouth.
"Deep, deep breaths Petunia dear, breathe in all that lovely girlishness." she said, turning on the gas. Brett struggled feebly for a few seconds and then settled into a steady, deep breathing.
"Very good dear. Can you feel the feminine silkiness soaking into you?" Petunia nodded.
As he gulped in great lungfuls of oxygen through the blouse, Petunia’s eyes began to glaze over. He stared helplessly at Mrs. Stern the way a baby looks appealingly at its mother.
Next he was "put to the skirt" as Mistress Celia liked to express it, the silk blouse being replaced by a cool, pleated skirt in pale blue satin. Petunia was made to absorb its femininity in the same way with several minutes of steady deep breathing. Lilia meanwhile had pulled down Petunia’s panties to expose a very hard penis pressed up against his tummy. With every frantic gulp of feminised oxygen it was getting harder and bigger.
"A little girlish kiss now, Lilia darling!" commanded Mistress Celia, and the well trained sissy-nurse immediately pressed his red lips to the purple penis head. "Now take it all in precious." she added. Mistress Celia was putting him to the panties now; a pair in cream silk with deep lace frill at the legs, the gusset stretched tightly over the gas mask and pressed firmly over the boy’s face.
Petunia’s stubborn masculinity was absorbing intense femininity from the panties and Lilia could hardly get the jerking penis into his mouth. When at last it was safely inside she settled into a steady sucking motion in time to the other sissy-boy’s gulping breaths.
Several more panties were applied to the mask, in soft nylons, silks and satins and lace, all of them extremely girlish in pretty pastel shades and dripping with lacy frills and little bows. He began kicking out his legs, gulping faster and faster.
"It’s pointless struggling Petunia. You are becoming a girl. In fact, you already think like a girl." Mistress Celia began saying softly into his ear. "All that nasty vulgar maleness has gone. You feel dainty and gentle and delicate. Breathe deeply and let all the lovely girlishness of my silky panties soak into your pathetic feeble little mind."
Lilia had been well trained in the feminine art of keeping a penis on the brink of erupting for many minutes with expert movements of his tongue, but there were limits. With his mouth working rapidly up and down the length of rock hard flesh, from the smooth dark head down to the neat, rather pretty testicles, and with the intense feelings produced in the victim by breathing feminised air, and hearing Mistress Celia’s soft, insistent voice, it was a hopeless struggle.
"MMMNNNNGGGG! MMMNNNPH MMNNNNPH", Petunia began to splutter through the panty-covered mask, and a similar sound came from Lilia as spurts of hot creamy liquid burst forth from Petunia’s penis and splashed hard into the throat of the sissy nurse.
"MMMMMNNNNNNNNNGGGGG AAAAAAAAAAGH!" The two sissy-boys cried out together, while Celia gathered all the feminine clothes and smothered them over Brett’s face.
"Knickers, panties, skirts, blouses, dresses, that's your life now!" she cried triumphantly, as her latest victim bucked up and down frantically on the bed, and Lilia held on to the jerking penis, swallowing spurt after frustrated spurt.
At last Lilia straightened up, licked his lips and beamed at his own Mistress. "Oooh! That was an awful lot Mummy, like lots and lots of warm natural yogurt. Yum-yum!"
Mrs. Stern smiled and lifted Petunia’s head onto her lap. "Yes darling, there’s always lots of thick cream when they’re breathing panties, as you know very well by now.”
She looked down at the exhausted Petunia and stroked his damp hair. "This one is going to be completely besotted with his girlie life in no time. Now let’s get him dressed in something extra frilly and very-very little-girlish, shall we precious? Then you two can have a nice cosy sissy kiss and cuddle together.